Old is Made New

I just got back from Greensboro doing some family business and while I was there, my brother and I rode by my dad's old house. They had done so many improvements to the outside of the house: an iron fence, a potting shed, french doors to the den. They had painted the outside. There was a paper tulip on the front door, obviously made by a child. Topiaries framed the porch. The yard was green and the driveway had been power-washed. The house looked lived in again.

The house is being loved by another family, and we're moving on with our lives without my dad. A year and three-quarters later I still think of him every day, still miss him like crazy. But seeing his house alive again with that family cheered me up.

(My brother took the photo. Thanks, Bro. <3)